Wild river
By Pirri B
Where does the wild river flow from?
Does it travel as far as a migrating bird?
I look around and see the crisp white snow-topped mountains.
The rushing river crashing in the winter
How long will they last?
I hear the trickling water running over the moss-covered rocks.
Spicks of sparkles speckle in the sun
Gathering speed and gaining in volume.
I see it enter the slow-running creek
Is that the end I fear not.
It sings to me in a beautiful harmony
It runs and runs further than I can see.
Hitting branches and logs and cascading down rock faces.
When does it change from a creek to a river?
The creek continues its own path,
While the river gains momentum and starts to travel in different directions.
Just like in life as in nature.